Disclaimer: nothing belongs to me. this story was inspired by Wizard Runemaster. I may also have taken a few of Harry's abilities from the story White Owl. Both are very good reads.
Chapter One: A Wrong Turn in Felwood.
On a rocky outcropping overlooking the ruins of a city, destoryed centuries ago, a large shadowed figure watched demons leaving the ruins in the dead of night. Whispers of a full withdrawal from the now lifeless planet drew the figure to see if the rumors were true. As the demons lined up to enter a newly formed portal, the figure stood revealing itself to be a large four legged winged reptile that towered over the rocks and trees it had been hiding near. In a burst of fire the figure disappeared to be replaced by a human in plate armor with snake skin pants and leather boots. A shield rested on his back, and a ruby encrusted sword hung from his hip. Reaching up he removed his helm from his head being extra careful not to scratch his horns that swept backwards from his temples before curving outwards. His black hair was scruffy and disheveled, as if it had never laid down properly ever, and pulled back into a loose pony tail at the base of his neck that hung down to the middle of his back. His eyes gleemed like emeralds in the star light.
"Well the rumors seem to be true for once. Should I follow them or try to make for Dreanor that one captive was talking about." He mused out loud. Suddenly a glowing circle appeared beneath his feat. He placed his helmet back on his head before drawing his sword. "Seems my choice has been taken from me." He chuckled before he disappeared and the world started to collapse in on itself killing a slew of minor demons that had not made it through the portals.
Lord Banehallow was a cunning and greedy demon general. In his quest for more power he came upon a lost obscure summoning ritual that would bring the most powerful and deadly foe of the caster and hold them for up to ten seconds, where the caster could attempt to subjugate or kill his or her foe. Banehallow mused that if used the Night Elf Priestess Tyrande Whisperwind would be the one summoned. Malfurion Stormrage was lost in the Emerald Dream, Arthas was Subjugated by Frostmorne and the spirit of Ner'zhul, Illidan Stormrage was in Outland, and the Guardian Medivh was dead. No others were conceivably powerful or dangerous in his mind to be summoned.
Drawing the ritual circle was the easy part, sacrificing five of his top lieutenants while a set back was also easily doable. No the hard part was the power requirement, even with his attendant Ur'dan assisting the ritual would leave them drained and with only ten seconds to regain his mana and subdue Tyrande, it would be difficult but not impossible. Readying a bottle of mage water Banehallow signaled Ur'dan to begin the ritual. Pouring all of his magic into the circle and having to drink the mage water then pour even more magic into the circle was hell. The ritual circle glowed brightly as Banehallow fell to one knee and Ur'dan collapsed in a heap, but what appeared was not a Elf Priestess. It was something more.
In a flash of light the armored man appeared in the ritual circle. Looking around he noticed a green skinned creature collapsed on the ground and a Nathrezim down on one knee, both taking shallow breathes. Trying to take a step forward he noticed he could not move. He looked down with his eyes and took in the ritual circle.
"Ah an immobilization hex weaved into a foe summoning ritual, rather ingenious." He spoke in his native language. "Tell me Nathrezim what is your name?" He said switching to a gutteral reptilian hiss.
"I am Lord Banehallow and you will serve me or die." Banehallow said trying to rise to his feet.
"I think not." The man said right before he burst into flame and disappeared only to reappear behing Banehallow. He grabbed the Nathrezim by the throat and turned him around. "I am Harald James Potter-Black, human form of the Earth Dragon Terrathion. I was born a wizard, I became a Dragon, I used forbidden magic to absorb the elemental asspects of my home world, and I will be your executioner. Farewell." With that he plunged his sword through the demons gut with his other hand. "Anima Captionem." he shouted and a purple light engulfed Banehallow before flowing into a crystal pendant hanging from Harald's neck. Turning he sliced the head off the green creature that rushed to attack him after the death of its master. Harald noticed a table stacked with papers and books, taking out a matchbox sized chest from a pouch on his belt he placed it on the ground and with a wave of his hand it was no longer the size of a matchbox. He easily stored all the paper and books in the chest before shrinking it down and placing it back in his pouch.
"Now lets see how many demons are in this cave." He chuckled picking up his sword and re-equipping his shield.
Somewhere in a cave in the middle of a desert a very large bronze dragon suddenly looked to the north. "Summon Soridormi, Chronormu, and Alurmi. Then find a replacement quartermaster. Something has happened to make all former prophecies false and a much brighter future true." It bellowed.
In a cage barely big enough for her, a female night elf sobbed. She was trapped in a cage, forced to sit in her own waste, and only barely fed enough to survive. Her friend Trey Lightforge had been taken deeper into the demon lair three days ago, and had not returned, she feared the worst. Suddenly the sounds of battle erupted from the direction the demons had taken her friend. Two conflicting idea popped into her head. Either Trey was alive and was making an attempt to escape (which was hopeful and unlikely), or it was a demon revolt and she would be next. Not knowing what else to do she prayed. "Mother Elune I beg of you please deliver me to safety." She whispered. And as suddenly as it began the sounds stopped, only the sounds of boots on stone could be heard headed closer and closer with each step. The two demons guarding her cage drew thier weapons and approached the door. White hot flames tore through the door and demons both. When the flames died down they revealed an armored man The night elf had never seen before.
He looked around and sheathed his sword, before pulling out a flask that drank from. "Frahrir ixen agantal jaseveic sia narod skaeren." He muttered, before walking towards her slowly. "Orationem Interpretari." He said waving his hand. A blue light engulfed her body.
On reflex she flinched and begged. "Please don't hurt me."
Harald looked around the new room he had just entered not seeing anymore demons he sheathed his sword and pulled out a flask from which he took a long drink. "Breathing fire always leaves me parched." he muttered to himself. He approached the cage holding the nude female elf with caution. "Orationem Interpretari." He said waving his hand at her. A blue light engulfed her.
"Please don't hurt me." she begged.
"Peace child, I will free you so we can escape the demons. Then I ask that you take me to a place where I might speak with someone of military or political power." He replied.
"Wha..." She began. "I am not a child. I am almost 2512 years old, with over two thousand years experience in the Sentinels, Human."
"I am not human, and I am your senior by little more then two thousand years. As the elder I can refer to you as a child if I wish since I do not know your name." He chuckled. She looked at him closely not being able to see the top half of his face as it was hidden behind his helmet. Harald unlocked her cage with a flick of the wrist and stepped aside. "Come out of there and I will cast a few spells to clean you up, I may have some robes you can wear in my bag."
"My armour is in the chest over there." She pointed to the other side of the room as she stepped out of the cage. "My name is Arko'narin. Thank you for rescuing me, but may I ask what you are if not human?"
"Greetings Arko'narin." Harald said as he reached up and removed his helm carefully. His eyes glowed an deep Emerald in the dimmly lit cave. "I am Harald James Potter-Black, human form of the Earth Dragon Terrathion. While in this form you may call me Harry. Now close your eyes for a few seconds." He waved his hand in her direction a few times, each time more filth and grime vanished off her body until only her pale lavender skin remained. Harald looked away. "You can get dressed now I'll gaurd the door." He stated before marching towards door opposite the one he came through.
Arko'narin didn't know what to think as she slowly donned her armour. A dragon of all things rescued her, but she was a bit learry with a name like Terrathion and the last name Black just screams that he is obviously from the Black Dragonflight and they were not to be trusted. But again he had rescued her instead of leaving her to the demons. With a quick spin to make sure her armor was attached properly and wouldn't fall off she nodded. "Now if only I had a golden lasso." She muttered.
"For what reason?" Harry asked.
"What?" Arko'narin replied.
"For what reason would you need a golden lasso?" Harry asked again turning to face her.
"Uh..." Arko'narin drew a blank no one had ever caught on to that remark. "I found a picture book when I was little that had a warrior woman who wielded an unbreakable golden lasso that would cause anyone that was caught in it to tell the truth."
"Truly?" Harry replied in shock. "You found a Wonder Woman comic? That's incredible. I thought all my planet's history and treasures lost to the demons, but if you found one then there must be others."
"Planet? You are saying you are not from Azeroth?" Arko'narin queried.
"I am from a technologically advanced planet called Earth by its inhadbitants. The Demons were summoned by a Dark Wizard that feared death. I have been fighting them in a cold war for the last four millennia. All the inhabitant of my world were killed off by the end of the first millenia leaving my alone. Using what was left of the worlds addvanced armourments I managed to hold the demons off for another millennia. Eventually I went into hibernation, sleeping for decades at a time waking long enough to purge the planet of demons but each time more and more magic was lost."
"That's horrible. I can't imagine what kind of pain you went through. The demons have been trying to do to Azeroth as they did to your world for ten thousand years, I can only imagine how much worse it might be here if not for your world spliting thier forces." Arko'narin replied.
"Let us get out of this demon infested hold, and to one of your political leaders so I may tell the full story and obtain information on the locations of two demons I very much want to obliterate myself." Harry announced as he redied his sword and reached for the door.
"What demons are those?" Arko'narin asked curiously.
"The Annihilan Magtheridon and the Nathrezim Mal'Ganis." Harry snarled.
It took Arko and Harry a little over an hour to make thier way out of the place Arko called Jaedenar. Killing so many demons in so short a time after being incarcerated was taking its toll on Arko. As soon as they reached the mouth of the cave Harry burst into flame and his dragon form burst into existence. In the light of the slowly setting sun His scales gleamed a muddy brown color and rocks seem to have fused to his legs as if they were armor. Using his tail he swept Arko off the ground and deposited her on his back just above his wing joints. Demons began to rush at the new threat however Harry (now Terrathion) was ready for them with an exhalation of white hot flames that left nothing but ashes of the charging demons.
"Which way." Terrathion roared at Arko.
"South to the Emerald Sanctuary." She replied. With two beats of his wings they were airborne and flying over the corrupted trees of Felwood. Arko directed Terrathion to land a little ways away from the sanctuary as to not frighten everyone. Six elves and four large humanoid cow like creatures approached them with weapons drawn. Terrathion lowered himself close to the ground for Arko to safely jump off his back, before bursting into flam and reappearing in his human form. "Jessir!" Arko shouted and waved. Meanwhile a green mist enveloped Harry's head and he succumbed to slumber. Arko just managed to catch him before he hit the ground.
"Sentinel Arko'narin make your report." a female night elf in green tinted metal armour demanded.
"Captain Silversky ma'am I and Trey Lightforge from the Knights of the Silver Hand were both captured by a Dread Lord in Jaedenar. Three days ago Trey was dragged from the room and I hadn't seen him until this dragon rescued me. We reclaimed Trey's body on the way out." Arko replied.
"Who is this... dragon? He was not any color I could recognize as being one of the five flights." another female elf asked.
"He said he was an Earth dragon summoned from his planet by the Dread Lord. He called himself Terrathion." Arko answered.
Harry woke to a field of green with trees larger then even his dragon form looming overhead. His eyes fell on a female elf who approached him slowly. She was rather beautiful in his opinion, and power rolled off of her in waves. She wore armour made from vines and branches that clung to her in such a way as to be both protective and provocative. Her eyes were closed, but Harry mused that she could probably see him as well as her could see her. And the horns on her head swept up and out, with a crescent shaped crown nestled in between, and her silky green hair pulled back into a long braid that nearly reached the ground.
"I am flattered that you think so highly of me young Terrathion. I am Ysera Leader of the Green Dragon flight and protector of the Emerald Dream." Ysera spoke with a smile.
"I am no whelp, but I can sense your power great wyrm. What do you require of me Lady Ysera." Harry replied.
"You are a lynchpin, your mere presence has silenced prophecies told long ago. You bring hope for the future." Ysera smiled.
"This... Emerald Dream. Why can I sense corruption? It seems demonic yet the fel taint of demon magic is lacking its more akin to the void or the Deep Ones that were worshiped by cults on my home planet." Harry replied as he eyed the surroundings.
"I and my flight are currently fighting the Nightmare a corruption of the Emerald Dream by the Old Gods." Ysera stated. "That you can sense the corruption speaks to your own power, even if you were born human."
"How do you know that? And what do you plan on doing now that you do?" Harry queried with a hint of anger.
"You are asleep, it's how I was able to bring your consciousness here to speak with me. I can see your dreams, both those of the future and of the past." Ysera answered. "And I plan to do nothing. You may have been born human but you left that life behind almost four thousand years ago."
"Then why did you bring me here?" Harry snorted in frustration a small gout of flame exiting his nostrils.
"Peace Terrathion, I brought you here to ask for your help against the nightmare. Any assistance at all would be invaluable."
"I will do what I can where I can Lady Ysera. But I have my own goals to achieve." Harry replied.
"Yes, I know." Ysera nodded. "Assisting my flight will help you with your ultimate goal, and may bring you something you lost in your world."
"What?" Harry asked.
"Love." Ysera answered as green mist swirled around Harry and he vanished from the Emerald Dream.
